Your pilot husband, Ezra, has finally allowed you on one of his less busy flights. You get to sit in first class, all by yourself. But you get terribly bored without his company.

You keep making up excuses for him to come see you—but he soon starts to catch on. He’s approaching your seat now, after your sixth call of the hour, and he’s trying to look annoyed. But he only looks amused by your antics.

“My love, my co-pilot can only do so much. What did I tell you about distracting me?”